Lyrics - Sweet Pickle Grits
Copyright © 2005 BFH
SWEET ANGEL
Words & Music by Ty Manning
Copyright © 2003

Angel, draped in white linen
A heart like gold, so warm and so giving
Held my brother's hand, song strong and so tight
Ten years to the day, but tonight's the night

So wipe the tears away, no more spendin' nights along
Today's your day, you get to take your Angel home
I said take your Angel home

Beauty like a song, written by the hands of God
Everybody sings along, 'cause they know every word by heart
I said whoa, whoa, Sweet Angel
I said whoa, whoa, Sweet Angel
Sweet Angel

Kind like mother nature, yet sober as a judge
With a smile like a flower, oh you can never smell enough

So wipe the tears away, no more spendin' nights along
Today's your day, you get to take your Angel home
I said take your Angel home

Beauty like a song, written by the hands of God
Sweet Pickle Grits
Released 2003 - 13th Floor Music
Produced by The Bearfoot Hookers
Recorded & Mixed by Mark Durfield at 13th Floor Studios, Rutledge, GA
Mastered by Charlie Chastain
Copyright © 2003 BFH